Eye of Death

Entranced by this calmed silence, I refuse to look up as a bitter spray wets my face. I have lived like this for so long, yet never have I truly realised how close this truly has been. It is drawing near, not too long now. Against every screaming nerve I look up as sharp stings strike my lips as a flash of light temporarily blinds me. Cold drops of a black liquid strike me, burning its deafening sensation into my mind. The bitterness numbs my tongue as I stare into the chaos. Desolation is its trail, leaving behind only despair and destruction. Thousands of tormented souls are thrown mercilessly, like bloodied rag dolls. Darkness engulfs me, obstructing everything from sight. I look up in time to see this storm overtake my being. I fall to my knees as pain shoots through my spine, my senses amplify and starts to fail, and it keeps repeating the same images over and over. Images of torment, despair, and pain. Tossed to and fro, lost without true purpose, except to this storms will, and left as only a memory to those seeing me soar on these brutal winds, this is death. Death to those who have been standing in the eye of the storm for so long, watching it take others, and expecting its coming.....